waiting room…

do you know it
that
feeling of entering
a room
knowing there’s
something there
a heavy
invisible mist
something
primeval
that
you begin
to
fade into
your body
and
mind
seem
to become
transparent
your
train of thought
becomes
erratic
as you
try to define
what’s all around
that
you’re unable to see
as you scan
the room
and
focus on
the eyes of others
eyes
pale with anticipation
it seems
like
no one else
notices
that it’s present
the more
you fade
the clearer
it
becomes
it’s
death

midnight torment…

night embraces you
in cloth of hidden shadows
with sequin street lights
pulsing through the growing fog
sanctuary for nightmares
moments unwanted
making you conscious of death
and unable to sleep

 

numb…

two days
waiting
each day’s
surgical procedure
closer
to the edge
of my sanity
i stare
over the edge
testing
my fear
of heights
wondering
if
i’ll slip